High Martial Arts: Martial Soul Great Sage Equal to Heaven, crushing all races.

Above the clouds, a ferocious black dragon, a hundred meters long, pulls a golden chariot with its tendons, moving like a floating palace through the gale.

Feng Mo stood with his hands behind his back at the front of the chariot, his crimson armor gleaming in the sunlight through the clouds, and the scarlet cloak with the character "斩" (slay) on his back fluttering in the wind.

His gaze pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, reaching towards the distant horizon.

A giant golden eagle with a wingspan of over fifty meters flapped its wings and approached. On the eagle's back, Liu Yun's figure appeared somewhat tiny.

"General Feng."

Liu Yun controlled his mount to be level with the chariot, his voice transmitted through his martial spirit power, suppressing the sound of the wind.

"Regarding the catfish demon in the Xinlan River, I have some information to report to you."

"Speak," Feng Mo said without turning his head.

"General Feng has personally led his elite troops there twice in the past three years. That catfish demon is extremely cunning. Its lair is connected to the complex water veins at the bottom of the Xinlan River. Once it senses the approaching aura of a sixth-level expert, it immediately flees without a trace."

Liu Yun's tone was helpless.

"In both operations, we only destroyed the river god temple on the shore and killed the demonized warriors, but we were never able to harm their true forms in the slightest."

Feng Mo finally turned his head, his dark eyes calm and unwavering: "As far as I know, the so-called 'River God Festival' is being held in Xinlan Town soon?"

Xinlan Town was the settlement established by nearly 30,000 human compatriots who were kept by demonic beasts and enslaved by their faith on the banks of the river.

Liu Yun nodded, his face grave: "Yes. There's a group of demonized warriors in the town, henchmen of the catfish demon. They're in charge of the annual festival. The first two times, General Feng wiped them all out, but as long as the catfish demon isn't dead, new ones will appear soon. And those bewitched townspeople... their faith in the 'River God' is deeply ingrained. We tried to take them away, but we encountered fierce resistance, even to the point of fighting to the death."

"In other words," Feng Mo's voice was calm, "if the River God doesn't die, those nearly 30,000 compatriots will never be free."

"That makes sense," Liu Yun said with a wry smile.

"In that case," Feng Mo's gaze turned back to the distance, "your mission is to destroy the temple and eliminate all demonized warriors in Qinglan Town."

"Give me that catfish."

"After I kill it, you will be responsible for gathering our compatriots and bringing them home."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yun opened his mouth, but ultimately couldn't bring himself to say anything to dissuade him.

General Feng, that catfish is at the peak of the fifth rank. In the river, its combat power can even briefly rival that of a sixth rank. Even General Feng couldn't do anything about it... Although you are a genius, you are only at the fourth rank after all.

He only dared to think these words in his heart.

"Understood."

Liu Yun had no choice but to agree, and controlled the golden-feathered giant eagle to slowly retreat back into the ranks.

On the eagle's back, the divine senses of the other eleven demon-slaying supervisors were already connected.

"Did you hear that? General Feng is going to gnaw on the toughest bone himself." Yang Jinyun's voice rang in everyone's minds, his tone complex.

"The idea is good, but... it's too simplistic. Even General Feng has a headache with that old catfish's survival skills. A fourth-tier... sigh." Zhao Yuping, with a gloomy face, sighed.

"This time we're probably going to return empty-handed again. I just hope General Feng doesn't go too deep; if he gets dragged to the bottom of the river, the consequences will be unimaginable. And once we make a move, that catfish demon will surely take its wrath on the townspeople, and it will probably be another massacre..."

For a moment, everyone felt a heavy weight on their hearts.

The massive air fleet moved swiftly forward in silence.

More than an hour later, a vast and desolate plain appeared on the horizon.

A turbid river, like a giant yellow python, meanders and coils across the land.

On the riverbank, there is a sizable town, which is our destination—Xinlan Town.

From the air, the view of Xinlan Town is filled with a strange sense of disjointedness.

The town's buildings were extremely rudimentary, mostly mud-brick and thatched huts, a world apart from the steel jungle of Shanghai.

However, this dilapidated town was bustling with activity at the moment.

Every household had ornaments made of animal bones and feathers hanging in front of their doors, and the only stone-paved road in the town center was crowded with townspeople who were dressed in rags and looked emaciated.

Their expressions were numb, their eyes empty, yet there was a hint of fanaticism in them.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The deep, rhythmic beat of drums came from the center of the town.

A strange procession slowly moved forward, surrounded by a crowd.

Leading the way were a dozen or so demonized warriors dressed in elaborate sacrificial robes.

Their faces were painted with blood-red totems, they danced a frenzied, primitive dance, and let out unintelligible roars.

Behind them were rows of ferocious beast statues made of mud and animal bones.

At the very back of the procession was a giant catfish statue, over ten meters tall, being carried with great effort by hundreds of strong men.

The statue is entirely black, with an ugly and obese appearance, two long beards hanging down, and interlocking fangs in its mouth, exuding an eerie aura.

In front of the statue, five pairs of boys and girls were tied to a wooden frame.

They were dressed in brand-new, rough linen clothes, their faces streaked with tears, their small bodies trembling violently with fear, their mouths stuffed tightly with strips of cloth, only able to utter desperate "woo-woo" sounds.

They were the offerings to the "River God".

On the black dragon chariot, a chilling golden light suddenly flashed in Feng Mo's eyes.

He raised his hand, his voice not loud, but clearly carried throughout the entire fleet.

"Twelfth Battalion, blockade all key roads on the outskirts and await orders!"

"All demon-slaying commanders, enter the town, exterminate all demonized warriors, and destroy the River God Temple! Any resistance will be met with death!"

"Yes, sir!"

The twelve officers responded in unison without the slightest hesitation.

The next moment, twelve powerful martial spirit forces transformed into streams of light of various colors, tearing through the sky and rushing straight towards the town of sin below.

The remaining military transport planes and fighter jets began to land in an orderly manner in the open area in the distance. Members of the Demon Slayer Division quickly built a blockade line, cutting off the entire Xinlan Town from the outside world.

High in the sky, soon only Feng Mo's black dragon chariot and several golden-feathered giant eagles circling and guarding him remained.

Deep within Feng Mo's pupils, two golden flames burned fiercely.

Sharp eyes, open!

In an instant, the world he saw completely changed.

The town of Xinlan below was shrouded in a thick, dark demonic aura.

The place where the demonic energy was strongest was the magnificent river god temple in the center of the town.

Secondly, there were the dozen or so demonized martial artists who were performing a shamanistic ritual.

Although the ordinary townspeople were not tainted by demonic energy, Feng Mo could clearly see that a phantom golden thread extended from the top of each of their heads.

The threads were formed from negative emotions such as fear, despair, and numbness.

Thousands upon thousands of golden threads, like an invisible net, eventually converge at a single point, disappearing into the depths of the turbid Xinlan River, into an area teeming with demonic energy, almost solidified into reality.

That must be the old catfish's real lair!

"Found it."

Feng Mo whispered something, his sharp eyes instantly locking onto that location.

The Monkey King's martial spirit, combined!

A surge of powerful martial spirit energy erupted from his body, outlining the silhouette of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, and merging with Feng Mo.

Ruyi Jingu Bang, solidify!

He slowly raised his right hand, and in his palm, a crimson-gold iron rod appeared out of thin air, shimmering with divine light.

The five SSS-level Qi Seas within his body suddenly exploded, transforming into five wildly operating energy cores.

The vast and unparalleled martial spirit power transformed into a surging river, continuously flowing into the Ruyi Jingu Bang!

hum-

The golden cudgel emitted a buzzing sound from the ancient primordial era, and the golden patterns on its body lit up one by one, as an aura of world-destroying power began to gather.

Gathering power, here we go!